I can create anxiety out of thin air
Don’t look at the little pebbles scattered
Across the patio in between the shed and
The house, just look into my eyes.
Speak out loud the emotion, the action
You see lurking, sitting within and tell me
How the pebbles make the day different
From yesterday and yesterday’s pebbles.
Where does the brown of the shed end?
Follow the color up the side and over the
Beam to where wood seamlessly merges
To the gravel and tar roofline.
Then you can see the pebbles scattered
On the roof as well; no matter how many
Fall to the ground from wind or after storms
There are still more pebbles on the roof.
So you can see as well then where my racing
Heartbeat and pounding just from the
Sight of these small grey pebbles,
Always getting under my feet.
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